Specifically speaking I would be gratified if you ignore the expression and consider the year 1996.Probably the month of May.When the lil'ol me started schooling at my Alma Mater .St Thomas Residential School,Trivandrum. White shirt neatly tucked into the ironed grey shorts which extend to just above my knee.The maroon tie with blue stripes.Navy blue socks.Black rexin shoes. Thats it.
My parents are just two among the crowd which compresses itself near the door of PP1 B. Thats were I found him.my first best friend.Ryan
We even had similar pencil boxes(Imagine a cone shaped to look like a larger than life ink-pen,with a screw-able lid on top>The only difference is that mine had)..mine had, a figure Which I cant recollect now,While his was blue in color with A Donald Duck sticker on it!
HE definitely came from the richer society;that was obvious.His father was a n established Doctor at S.U.T
He owned Faber-Castell Pencils,Plastic-crayons four-line books had a slightly-glossy faintly -cream tinged papers that smelled fresher than mine,And best of all he had pencil sharpeners,sweet scented erasers.Our parents knew each other,and hence our friendship remained,crisp and innocent.Just like those friendships you see in children's movies like "little rascals" or "beaver series" to mention a few.Friendship was built on material interests.And I didn't know then,that something as vital as friendship needs stronger moorings to survive.I introduced him to Preethi-Sagar's Nursery Rhymes,and he introduced me to boogie-woogie! and Tom&Jerry..We loved Captain Planet,Scooby-Doo.Our friendship existed till the end of the academic year and went a little further into PP-II-A.He got shuffled to some other division.I remember calling him up once,and him telling me about new friends,Harikrishnan,Sujin,and Alexander.
I used to go to his home,And I remember going there two times.Once on the eve of Easter,where I was served lunch,with the Orange-tinted Pappadam.A short TV film featuring Jesus Christ and his disciples was running.And I PARticularly, remember noticing that Jesus had grey hairs and even wore A kaavi attire.His playroom, was one of the biggest and the best I'v seen till date.Think of all those toys you've ever laid eyes on,stacked neatly in shelves,And maybe you'll get an idea of what I m talking about.He even had a kids mechanic,set,complete with screwdrivers and spanners of different sizes.That particular day,my parents had to forcibly pull me out from his home...the rest of the memories have faded..
#oblivion.
Then when I entered into !st standard,his dad,Got transferred back to Kodungalloor,that marks the full stop of our Friendship.My mum did call him up after locating him via his dads address
I never wanted to do that conversation I remember.because I knew It was pointless....
Back to the present.Few minutes ago I had this brainwave,why not use The FB graph search and locate the guy,Easy as a click,as thrilling as the journey presented to us in III Idiots.
I tried.It worked.And now I am eagerly waiting for the reply.It doesn't matter to me whether the guy remember me or not.But the quest itself engraves a sense of meaning to my life.
This is another poorly written article I'v created after the series of events of the sociopathic-S3S4.
But the significance of the article is just as I had mentioned earlier.A remembrance of the past.A placard in the virtual world .one among the unique monolith I chose to leave behind as a record to my worldly existence..
"We all want life to have some kind of meaning. Seems like the older we get, the harder we look for it...
And the harder it is to find. And some of us just look in the wrong place. But if our lives don't have meaning...
What can we leave behind for those we care about? There were men who wanted to pass on the ugliness
that their lives had become.What will I pass on?"
#AllIsWellInMyLittleCornerOfTheWorld. ;)
